Through my body there are channels, internal passages, which force mass into a silent flow. I take the process for granted and let it go on within me. The mass picks up and releases, is divided and sorted. I let my body take care of that, let go of control and let my inner self take responsibility for my most distant body parts. That close-knit relationship to something hidden fascinates me, where the relationship is straight through a life-changing symbiosis and at the same time a forgotten transaction.

It is no more than a millimeter from our exterior to our interior. Where the intestines move slowly and force our last part of life further in a spiral of events. At the same time, the distance is enormous, the skin creates mountains and walls. Impermeable secretions, layers and layers of other memories.

With the help of wax, I have created intestinal-like neck links, irregular related shapes to our own body's internal organs.

Silver has a high status when placed in relation to a human body as jewelry. But silver can also act as a poison when moved to the inside of the body. Karnauba wax is one of the hardest vegetable waxes and is mainly used as a protected surface with its liquid-repellent property. Waxes have throughout history had a double meaning and purpose where the beeswax in pure form has a high value but also a negative sound as something disgustingly repulsive.

Both materials have a history in health where both have been used for sterilization in medicine and care and the same in beauty where beeswax and silver both act as health carriers. Here, the room becomes of the utmost importance for the purpose and influence of the material.

When I bring these materials together, a confusion arises, what is their relationship? What do the materials do to each other and how would it feel to wear the jewelry against your body? Like carrying their intestines on the outside. Maybe the presence of silver makes it just portable? Without the silver, the wax would slowly break, melting into something unfaithful to the warm skin. The silver without its wax body would echo empty and sharp.


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Inside me there are passages